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red zinnias

It seems that everyone in Carding feels the same way that everyone in the country is feeling—tired, jittery, unfocused, and burdened by malaise.

It sure has infected Edie Wolfe and her friend Ruth Goodwin. Last week we left them sitting on the back steps of Edie’s house, indulging in darkness.

But they’re not used to being in that place emotionally. I bet you aren’t either.

This week, it looks like a new wind is starting to freshen their sails so I hope you’re going to stop by to see how it goes.

This week’s Chronicle is part two of a three-part tale and there’s a wee sample of what’s to come up above disguised as flowers.

Here’s a link to part one if you need to catch up.

If this will be your first visit to Carding, Vermont, the little town at the center of my four novels, then welcome. If you’ve been here before, welcome back.